To have inspiration is good...to have friends believing in you...reminding you, that inspiration is there (when you already gave up searching for it)urging you, telling you that you just need to take a deep breath, dive down to the bottom of the lake of your dreams, imagination, desires & emotions and bring it up...well it's even better...it's of indescribable value..so you need to take care of it...appreciate it...how? By sitting down, even if without knowing what to write...you just sit down, and let your thoughts fly...let them free to wonder...to visit yet undiscovered lands, to glide, transform, melt into each other...to gallop like wild horses, with waving manes, on the field of dreams, where anything can happen...what you capture of their racing, hurriedly trying to pour it into words, does not need to be consistent...does not need to be coherent...they can jufst reflect the freedom of those dashing wild horses...
Winter has arrived...it took over so abruptly, autumn did not even have the time for saying goodbye properly...he left...vanished out of sight hurriedly, without packing...without taking all his harvested belongings...yellow leaves orphaned on the skeletons of soaked trees...apples laying helplessly under the memory of a once protective, emerald green foliage....he came, frivolous, handsome, cheerful young man, asked the noble lady of summer for a dance.....a dance that changed the world around, about and inside them...whilst they were elegantly flowing across forests and fields, green turned gold, orange, red and brown....young seeds matured into fruits....birds gathered their young ones, strengthened by the prodigality of sweet june and july, and moved to a land where the sun always shines... squirrels filled up their storage with nuts, having prepared for the long, cold days ahead... fog followed, enshrouding the land in a thick, fluffy blanket..leaves started swirling as the gentle breeze, generated by the rustling of summer's dress picked them up, and carried them away...imprints of the richness summer brought...witnesses of a passionate dance....bearers and nurturers of the new life, waking up from a prolonged sleep, when the fresh, rosy faced fairy, Spring, calls upon them....But now...now the dance is over...the miracle of repainting the world has been finished...he left...grabbed his hat, took a meaningful glimpse at his work, and with a content and cunning, boyish smile has gone away...somewhere, where he can do more magic...where he can continue his art of making humans realize and start appreciating the colours......handing us...our world over to the merciful hands of a frozen beauty, winter....Her first spells the watchful ones could detect today....when the cold raindrops suddenly, as if touched by a magic wand transformed into white crystals...solidified teardrops of alonely lady....a lady grieving over the trembling little creatures, looking for refuge in the cold she brought upon them......she knows... she knows she can't help it...it's her fate...everything she touches, turns into ice...her breath is cold north wind.....her eyes gleam with the whitish, metallic light of the north star.....the only way to save...to protect the ones she holds dear...the little seeds hiding under the shielding arms of Mother Earth.....the only way to keep them cozy and secured from the sharp, frosty claws of freezing cold is to pull gently upon them a thick, soft blanket of snow....her frozen tears....so she cries...cries for loving, but not being able to share her love, for not being able to let anyone close...for not knowing how to tell the world, that under the icy surface there's a fervently beating heart....
Winter is finally here....and I do rejoice upon her arrival....
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